I believe this is a work that few will remember and that can, all things considered, be easily done without; not deeply explored, especially on a psychological and character level, though at times pleasant and ironic, with a subliminal yet cumbersome quasi-theatrical setup. It might reflect the difference that exists today between a Polaroid, which nonetheless captures the immediate, and an art photograph or, if you prefer, between a journalist lent to history and a historian.
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